I've never really considered myself naive. I'm keenly aware that I'll do almost anything for 'love'. Thankfully less now that I've been through an experience that this article could have been based on. In fact, the professor I was involved with actually wrote a book on the subject of sadomasochism. A critical analysis. I was intrigued and he was charming and I felt as if he was genuinely interested in so much about me that no one had ever even bothered to take notice of. Looking back and having been to many support forums on the net, I realize how much of a carbon copy men like this are. In a way, that is a positive. They are completely unoriginal and not self-aware. They're too busy focusing on their targets. Social isolation is such a dangerous thing. I'm lucky that my experience lasted only about 3 years; I still had friends who hadn't forgotten about me.
It took a near death experience (strangulation) and a friend convincing me I was loved to actually call the police and have the guy arrested. I had actually called 911 about a year earlier, but the police let me go back to the house because I said things would be OK. (I was afraid he would kill me, if that makes any sense) Unfortunately, a lawyer he became 'friends' with upon first moving to town, represented him in court and he basically got away with all of this. The small community here doesn't really want to deal with him, but to me that's not justice. He'll keep doing what he does, and I surely wasn't the first. He even took me to court a year after his arrest to try to get rent money from me (as if I was merely a paying tenant). Thankfully with PTSD I was excused from having to be in the same room as him, with a letter from my T.
Although this man is not the cause of PTSD for me, the situation was the last straw. I'm very edgy and distrustful. I mainly just want to take to the bed these days. What makes me angriest is the fact the university I attend backed me up very little. They wanted to 'save face' and that's the way the world is most of the time. Sometimes I think it's the smaller things like that, that piss me off most. What I consider betrayal from those I would hope to expect more from.
Thank you for posting this article.